The penis arrives in her inbox.
The corporal’s wife gasps as she scrolls through. The grainy photo’s subject is in focus, an erection webbed with veins.
Later, a new flirtation pings its arrival. A staged picture: bespectacled woman straddles a teacher’s desk, short skirt hiked up. Someone’s chalked π on the blackboard: 3.1415926535… Oh.
A man behind. Mouths agape, a moan. Oh.
She snaps her laptop shut, yet the images continue to stream, crawl across her closed eyelids as she stirs rice the only time she’s supposed to stir it. Dinner’s blanched, boring.
Bedtime, and she tucks hospital corners on the king-sized, forgets email. On the other side of their fallow bed, the officer snores, percale distance between them. She abandons counting sheep, sighs. She’ll never understand mathematics when one plus one never adds up to anything.
She falls asleep with her hand inside the elastic of her best panties.